been trying.. to leave this reality called dying.. singin a tune to make me stop crying.. alot of cats tell me to move on.. to create a new reality, to paint it with new crayons.. but it doesnt happen.. all it does is dig a deeper hole.. cant move.. couldnt lift my soul.. cant find the heart you stole.. feels like a life sentence with no parole.. how is it that you've moved on so easily? each day i fight increasingly.. lookin for peace.. lookin for serenity.. so take me away from this state of mind.. to a place where everything is undefined.. where all men know that we're all intertwined.. where artists are unsigned.. no pain and strife.. just purely refined.. too aligned to be unkind.. where nothing is known, everything is undefined.. what happened to being simple? nowadays people live so sinful.. always carryin nothing but a pistol.. always creating these symbols.. so i try to finish the ink in my pen.. it's all down to writing again.. these poems that count to more than ten.. i craft words in my brain.. praying hard just so it won't rain.. these drops that fill my head with pain.. im no longer sure which drop made this stain.. these thoughts that drive me insane.. sometimes it's hard to see through this plane.. this altered domain.. where hatred and pain reign.. this isn't right, all inhumane.. im trying to obtain the skill to sustain this life that's waiting in vain..

pauldeeeeee
10mar2011